Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
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THE SATURDAY POEM
A Kiss
Henry Austin Dobson 1840-1921
Rose kissed me today,
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today,
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow; -
Rose kissed me today,
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
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But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow; -
Rose kissed me today,
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
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